
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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I used to threaten deed poll for years cos I hated my first name with a passion.
Years of people chanting this at me, my first name took on some sort of perjorative status so I either associated it with arseholes, insults or being naughty.
These days I don't mind so much, I've not exactly grown into it, and its not worth changing. I kinda 'grew a pair' after school and have no problem with telling people how the name thing works with no embarrassment. Granted its no longer happening in front of a room full of teenage plebs waiting for ammo.
I think the singling out was the issue, not the name, that was just a catalyst.
Shoulda gone to a posh school, yeah, I'll pull that one out on my parents when I'm berating the things I didn't get as a kid cos they were skint. Tbh, the school thing probably gave me a slightly thicker skin, and elevated camouflage powers
( , Fri 30 Apr 2010, 23:44, 1 reply)
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